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Friday Family History: Like Great-Aunt, Like Great-Niece?


As I was scanning old photos this week, I came across a photo of my great-aunt which immediately reminded me of a photo of me.  I'll let you see if you can spot the similarities.  Actually, spotting the differences would be more challenging.
 
Great-Aunt Jewell

Two-year-old me (I was a bit of a giant at 2.)


Do you share similar interests (or photos) with an ancestor?
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Thanks for gentle canine companions and discovering similarities.
 
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  1. Always nice to see some recognizable things in family, isn't it?? I'm still searching though. It seems I don't look or act like anyone in the family....

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  2. Whoa, cool! And what kind of dog did she have? Looks gigantic! I love collies!

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  3. I resemble my mother, as does one of my sisters.

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  4. Wow, you do look alike! Great photos.

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  5. Beautiful, sweet pictures!

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  6. Oh, you both have a tender touch with a dog. Lovely.

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  7. Oh, so sweet! I see a similarity in your faces, and of course you love of furry beasts. What a beautiful collie! My daughter has a very affectionate collie.

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